Nonfiction
Innocent Vibes
huddled on the couch in the corner when it’s dark outside and our bellies are full from our plates of roasted chicken and potatoes and syrian meat pies, laham b’ajeen. white noise from the television screen, from chatter in the next room, from busy bodies roaming throughout the house. tradition’s roots run deep. time to […]
November Bones II
barren trees in a morning yellow light conjure: thanksgiving day at 11 am; groggy but alert but serene; parade floats on the television screen. jubilance as the sun sets; traditional melodies behind our lips and standing with mom in the kitchen; crying from onions, grating potatoes. strolls on sunday afternoons, before we need shelter for our […]
NEVER MIND THE BEASTS
Right after the bubble pops, the gum is slightly harder than before.
Swimming in a glass of water
the power of imagination and a teacher who felt there were no wrong answers
Lines About What I Don’t Wanna Write About
Writing can be a double edged sword. It pours your guts onto the page, cathartically unleashing what you need to let go of. However. It can also grant life to those words. And what if you no longer wish to give those lines such life? Such power and fuel. What then? *** I’m consciously choosing […]
November Bones
When August sees its final days, many succumb to autumn’s gravitational pull. I once attempted to dissect why. I’m going to dig deep, I told my friends, half serious, half amused. I’m going to write an article, with a psychology angle, as to why people go crazy for autumn. I mean, what is it? And […]